So, there’s hope!
I’ve been thinking about writing this post for awhile. Trying to figure out how to put some stuff out there without sounding pretentious or cocky. Some of you know that I’ve been dealing with chronic Illness for about 8 years now. I was starting to feel like I had a new identity: Sick Tara, Sore Tara, Tired Tara. I read and researched, experimented and threw thousands and thousands of dollars at hope.
Before I got sick, I was super fit and strong. I set my mind to things and got ‘er dun. I spent years in the army and was given awards for athleticism. I was a bodybuilder. After I got sick, well, I felt like I barely knew who I was. It’s hard to keep on the sunny side of life when you’re not well. It doesn’t just cause physical issues, but depression and hopelessness show up to do a little tap dance on your spirit as well. But, that’s not what I wanted to talk about.
After all this time, things are moving in a consistently upward trajectory. My pain is about 80-90% gone. My mind is clear. My emotions are stable and, dare I say, joyful a lot of the time! I am back in the gym doing what I love, pumping iron! This was such a big part of my life for so long, but I never thought I’d get back to this place.
As a nutritionist, I’ve always known that solid nutrition was my greatest ally in reclaiming my health. But, at times, I became frustrated with my “perfect” diet not delivering the results I wanted. Truth is, we all have our crutches. Even though I raised our kids on a WAPF style organic diet, switching to paleo, then to a ketogenic diet, there were still things I had to tease out mercilessly.
But it’s not just food. Not at all. Other big things we’ve tackled include getting our house tested for dirty electricity and EMFs and remediating offending sources (two of the worst spots were where we slept and it has made a huge difference in the quality of our sleep), we’ve worked on our sleep hygiene, worked with herbs and fasting, and I’ve given up coffee. There’s been a bunch of other little things that have all added up to this place of supreme awesomeness I’m hanging in right now.
I thought I might write a few posts about different things I’ve done. The inflammation in my body is so low that even after gardening or moving heavy feedbags for an hour, I just don’t get sore. So, there’s hope! For all of you in a funk, be it physical, emotional, mental, keep on keeping on. Leave no stone unturned. Be your own advocate. Don’t settle. I still have a ways to go, but every day I feel more and more like me.